There's a Purple Cow in My Attic!



     When I nailed up my new shop sign,my friends all laughed. 


"The Great Elf Detective," it said.  "Solve any crime in


minimal time."


     Hardwinkle Dwarf slapped me on the back till the brass


buttons of my green suit jangled.  "Snap out of it Bucky," he


guffawed.  "You never solved any case."


     "I'm thinking positively," I replied tapping a nail in


with a hammar.  I knew I could be the greatest.  All was I


needed a chance to prove it.  So I sent an ad to the Fairy


Times Gazette:


For help with any


 Puzzling mystery write to


The Great Elf Detective,


Bucky Goodfellow,


The Fairy Wood, Rekab Tree 332C



     "That should do it," I chuckled.  But no.  Weeks went by. 


Not a letter, not a note, not a postcard.


     "Bucky."  My mother sighed.  "Why can't you be happy as a


shoe cobbler?  Your father and grandfather were shoe




     "But I'm not my father or grandfather, " I said, sorting


the day's mail.  I grabbed a large, lavender envelope.


"Look!" I tapped my wooden heels together with glee.   "It's


addressed to the Great Elf Detective!"


     I ripped it open and found a note written in huge purple




Dear Mr. Goodfellow,


     There's a purple cow in my attic!  At least when I wake


up every morning another Violet Curly Grass plant has been


munched off.  So my house must be haunted by a purple cow.  I


heard they live in attics.  Do you think it could be




     If you could help me I would be



Gratefully Yours,


Jilette the Giantess


Hyacinth Estates, Violet Mansion 256B



     "A purple cow?"  I scratched my chin.  "In an attic?


Mother, please hand me the Encyclopedia of Legendary




     I opened the encyclopedia and read,  "A mythical violet-


colored beast who haunts attics.   Its staple food is Violet


Curly Grass, which stains it such an unusual color."


     "This is a dire situation," I gasped.  "I'll leave at


once."  Jamming my feathered red cap on my head, I bolted out


the door.


     I had no trouble finding Jillette's huge purple mansion.


As I scurried up the marble walkway, Jillette plodded out to


meet me, wearing mud-spattered gardening boots. Her eyebrows


squinted together from worry wrinkles and she carried a spade


and trowel in each hand. 


     "Hello, Mr. Goodfellow," she said, peering down at me


through the bifocles perched on her nose.  "I'm sorry for


staring, but I'm a bit nearsighted.  Have you any thoughts on


the case, yet?"


     "First I should look at the scene of the crime."  I


whipped out a notepad and took a pencil from behind my ear. 


"Please proceed Ms. Jilette."


     I followed her around the mansion.  "Here's my plot of


curly grass," she announced, pointing to several rows of


grape-colored, corkscrewed grass.  Dew-like beads of


purple juice oozed from the grasses and dribbled to the




     I jotted down details.  A plum orchard standing on one


side of the grass plot. A line of wisteria bushes marching


down the other.  A purple splotched bird preening in a purple




     "The Mottled Karvex." Jilette pointed at the bird as it


swayed in a wisteria bush.  "I love birdwatching and




     I nodded, inspecting the ground.  No hoof prints, I


wrote on my notepad. "It seems the curly grass had been


pulled or snapped off.  Not bitten."  I held a magnifying


glass over the dry, withered grass stalks.  "See?  No


teeth marks."


     "What does it mean?"  Jilette nibbled her


fingernails.  "A purple cow with arms?"


     "Hmm."  I scratched my chin.  "Probably not.  But we


should consider any possibility."  I jotted in my notepad: A


mutant cow with arms?


      I flipped my notepad shut.  "If there's a purple cow it


would hide in your attic during the day.  Let's take a look."


     We scoured the attic all afternoon, but turned up


nothing but a cloud of dust and a  purple draped sofa.  


Jilette went into sneezes and hysterics.  "There's only one


thing left to do," I said once she calmed down.  "We must


watch the garden tonight and try to catch the thief."


     After twilight we crouched behind a plum tree


and Jilette crouched behind a tree.  Jillette bit her lip and


wrung her hands.  "Stop whimpering," I hissed, raising my


binoculars.  "It'll give us away."


     Night fell and the stars popped out.  In the moonlight, I


kept track with my pocket watch.  By midnight nothing had


happened.  One o'clock, the two in the morning.  Jilette




     At five thirty, we were both half asleep.  Then, just as


the pale gray dawn cracked the eastern sky, the wisteria


bushes rustled.


     Jilette jerked awake.  "Here it comes."  She raised the


big black cane she'd brought.


     We stared at the lavender-blossomed bushes.  Suddenly a


splotched purple shape darted from the bush and landed in the


curly grass.


     "It's your Mottled Karvex," I sighed.


     "Oh."  She lowered the cane, sounding relieved.  "I guess


the purple cow isn't going to come."


     "Wait."  I pointed to the Karvex.  "What's the bird




     "I can't see."  She squinted.  "My eyes, remember?"


     I scratched my head.  "It think it's pulling up the


curly grass.  Ms. Jilette if you have a bird book handy I


believe I can solve the mystery."


     We hurried inside and Jilette led me to her library.  I


flipped through a book on bird species to "Mottle Karvex." 


     "Just as I thought," I said.  "The Mottled Karvex uses


Violet Curly Grass to build its nest.  The baby Karvi love


curly grass juice.  It's what splotches them purple. 


There's your thief, Jilette!"  I slammed the book down




     "I -- I don't understand."


     "Ms. Jilette," I explained, "the Mottled Karvex has been


taking your curly grass.  The only purple cow here is in your


imagination." "


     "No purple cow?" Jilette frowned as she thought.


     "None.  Just some baby birds that need your curly grass


to live."


     "Oh the poor things!" she exclaimed.  "Why, they can have


all they want.  Now, would you like some breakfast, Mr.  




     "I'm starving."  Pulling out my notepad, I followed


her to the dining room.  I licked my pencil and proudly


scribbled: the Case of the Purple Cow is closed.


     Just wait till Hardwinkle Dwarf hears about this!


Henrietta   Henrietta wrote
on 4/21/2010 1:35:47 AM
My grandkids will love this story. Thanks for sharing it.

jeremiah   jeremiah wrote
on 4/18/2010 1:15:31 PM
l loved the storyline and it shows you have a definite insight into children. There are sure to be more adventures for the detective. looking forward to reading more

LeslieMD   LeslieMD wrote
on 4/7/2010 4:34:05 PM
Thank you, hope it makes you giggle. Any comments are appreciated, especially since its different in a way. Doesn't seem to fit with most of the children's magazine markets. Also its a couple years old now. Probably some revisions I could make to it!

Bluez   Bluez wrote
on 4/6/2010 7:38:05 PM
Very interesting how you put this together, I enjoyed reading it as far as I did, but I have to leave and will come back and finish the last part.

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